Our little girl is such a delight. She's curious, tender-hearted, friendly, unafraid, coordinated, and affectionate. Her sweet, high-pitched voice, intense blue eyes, and tiny frame make my heart melt. She is going through a bit of a whiny phase, but you know... at least she's cute, right? She loves to snuggle stuffed animals. She tears books off the shelf, carefully selects one, and then crawls into my lap for a story. She's a delightful eater and hilarious dancer. She embodies the word "toddler."
I was a little more emotional about this whole birthday thing than I anticipated. People kept asking, "Can you believe it's been a whole year???" YES. Maybe you can't, friends, but I definitely can. I feel every bit of this past year in my sleepy brain, achy body, and softened heart. I wouldn't take any of that year back for the world. Anyway, I'm happy to see her grow up and blessed to see how God has sustained us in parenthood. But, as her birthday neared I was overwhelmed with the jumble of emotions that ran through me when I was flipping through pictures of her as a newborn. There's this sense of mourning as I remember who she was, knowing she won't ever be that tiny, needy little baby ever again. Then I am consumed by the joy I have in learning more about who she is and guiding her through her first years here. Then there's the knowing feelings of inadequacy for the task, and relief in the faithfulness and sufficiency of God. Intense rollercoaster, y'all. Just trust me.
All that to say this: This year was a great intro to parenthood, and I couldn't have asked the Lord for a more sweet, delightful daughter or steady, loving husband to do this parent life with. Here's to the toddler years, my little love!
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